You feel a shiver run up your spine, as the colors in your vision bleed away. A mocking voice echoes in your head, "One heralds the sun, its light and what hope. One heralds the rain, wash clean and renew. One heralds the life, for the promise and beauty. One heralds the truth, in all justice and glory." The voice trails off with guttural laughter and continues, "The life you live is not for such, nor is it to enjoy save for scraping and mewling at the hand that gives affection. To think you could discern the light devoid of darkness, the clean without the despoiled, a life lived in earnest freed from mortality, or the flimsy whim of truth uncontested by dissent. What perils you ignore when you bask in such bliss! And whose name will you scream out with your last breath to end it all?"

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